Maxwell Green
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 27, 2007 21:36:16 GMT -5
Max opened the door to his room with his little golden key, leaving it open for Marie to come in. He sighed, standing a short distance from the door and looking around at his room. Not as bad as he expected, but still cluttered. "Sorry about the mess. I've been really disorganized with my papers lately." He apologized with a shrug. Papers rittled the dark green carpet, only they weren't papers for school, as you'd expect. They were papers with lyrics written on them, stories, some even had music. They were well written, too, not crappy and stupid. They were meaningful and thoughtout. Some he wrote for himself about his addictions, some for April, his mother, his family, his sister.. All different topics and things and people that related to his life. For example, one of the papers read: They’re gonna clean up your looks/With all the lies and the books/To make a citizen out of you/Because they sleep with a gun/And keep an eye on your son/So they can watch all the things you do/Because the drugs never work/They’re gonna give you a smirk/‘Cause they got methods of keepin' you clean/They’re gonna rip up your heads/Your aspirations to shreds/Another cog in the murder machine/They said all teenagers scare/The living nuts out of me/They could care less/As long as someone'll bleed/So darken your clothes/Or strike a violent pose/Maybe they’ll leave you alone, but not me. His handwriting was actually very nice for a man. Another one of the papers had a song written for April on it, one he wrote after she died. I'll say it straight and plain/I know I've made mistakes/I've always been afraid/I've always been afraid/A thousand nights or more/I travel east and north/Please answer the doorCan you tell me/You say that love goes anywhere/In your darkest time, it's just enough to know it's there/When you go, I'll let you be/But you're killing everything in me. Max loved to write. It helped him vent his anger when he needed to, or his sadness or sorrow. It helped him express how he was feeling. What he couldn't say outloud, he wrote in his lyrics or music.
There were others as well, a bunch of others, too many to go into detail over. He picked a bunch of them up off the floor, revealing a tattoo on his back as his shirt rode up a little, and throwed them to the side, but it didn't do much. They simply floated back down toward where they were before. Max shook his head, walking towards the dresser against the wall. It was dark brown, contradicting a bit with the tan walls. Over the walls, however, was a bunch of black and red spray paint, some parts had words written in latin, while others were just strange designs, along with a black anarchy symbol. Just something him and Nina did when they were bored. Nina was more of the artist, though, rather than Max. They would probably get in trouble for defacing a room that wasn't his, but whatever. He would be gone soon enough.
A short distance from the dresser was a twin sized bed, with the same dark brown color. Over top were black sheets and a black comforter with two black pillows, one a feather pillow while the one underneath was a bean-bag like one. It was messy and unmade, since Max never made his bed. A small, black laptop was sitting on it's charger ontop of the comforter. It was turned off, however.
Next to his bed was a small nightstand, made out of wood that matched the bed and dresser. A black lamp was ontop of it, though it was not turned on. It didn't need to be. On the floor in front of it was the book 'Angels and Demons' by Dan Brown, the writer of 'The DaVinci Code'. It was a pretty thick book, too. Max wasn't totally unintellectual. He rather enjoyed reading, in fact. He loved any novel by Stephen King mostly, though.
On the opposite side of the bed was a big, black bass guitar case that was left open, revealing the red velvet interior. On a stand beside the case was his bass guitar. It was blue and shiny and looked like new, though he had had it for many years now, ever since his mother had given it to him. He loved it like it was his own child. He would probably be devestated if something were to happen to it.
Ontop of the dresser was a bunch of black nail polish and black eyeliner, along with a bunch of black studded things, like belts and braclets and necklaces, and a bunch of other jewelery like ear rings and lip rings. It was a mess and kind of just thrown everywhere. A pack of cigarette's was sitting on the edge of it. Max picked it up, flipping the lid open to find it was empty. He suspected it to be. He didn't leave packs of those things lying around in the open air, especially in his room. He turned around in a swift motion and threw the empty case into the air, not bothering to watch as it landed percisely in the black trash bin in the corner of the room. Max was always somewhat good at sports, but he hated them with a passion. He would rather play music than do sports.
Black curtains covered the windows, making the room appear darker than it was. Max always prefered it to be darker than lighter. It helped him fall asleep faster. The sliding door to his closet was opening, revealing some of the clothing he kept in it. Mostly it was black and red shirts, with a few other colored band T-shirts thrown in, along with a bunch of pairs of black and dark blue jeans. Below the clothing were a bunch of black converse and other flat sneakers.
Max stood in front of the dresser, moving his hand around in the air above it as he searched for his wallet. It was here this morning. He sighed, pressing his index finger to his bottom lip as he scanned the surface back and forth. He shifted his weight to his right leg, standing in a kind of feminine manner. Finally, he gasped with excitement, spotting it underneath two bracelets. He pushed the things away carelessly, taking the wallet and opening it quickly. It was black, of course, as most of Max's things were, if that was not already obvious.
Well, he had about one hundred dollars to his name right now, and against the other kids who went here who could get all the money they wanted from the national bank of their parents, that wasn't much. He took out a five since he probably wouldn't get anything more than a bottle of water or something, though with his luck it would probably be contaminated or something.
(OOC: Since I can't write lyrics for the life of me, I used some others from other songs that remind me of Max. And so I'm not plagurizing, I decided to give the bands credit here. The songs go in order as they appear in the post.
Teenagers: My Chemical Romance [You will never, ever, see me cite one of their songs again, for the record.] Polaris: Jimmy Eat World
I was going to put more, put they took up a bunch of space so I only used two, hahah.)
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 28, 2007 12:58:48 GMT -5
Marie looked around the darkened room. She saw all of the papers on the floor. "It's okay..." She said. She bent down to pick up on of the papers. She read it and it was lyrics to a song. She had never heard it before. "Do you write all of these?" She asked picking up a few more. She smiled at Max. There were poems, songs, and stories. She looked up at Max and saw him bending over, she noticed his tattoo, but couldn't tell what it was. "You have a tattoo?" She asked, laughing a little bit. She looked around the rest of the room, with the papers still in her hands. Marie saw the spray paint on the wall and was very suprised. "You Spray Painted the walls!??" She asked, looking at him. "Wow." She said, that was all she could say. "You have officaially suprised me." She whispered, not loud enough for anyone to hear. She let out a little laugh of amusement as she watched Max. She shook her head a few times. "Did you want me to help pick up the papers?" She asked looking at the papers that were scattered across the room. Max could have used a little help with organization, but she didn't want to bother him about it. I'll help him get organized eventually. She thought to herself, laughing a little bit.
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Maxwell Green
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 29, 2007 0:14:43 GMT -5
It's okay... Max shrugged, not really paying attention as he thought. It hit him suddenly that his room probably smelt of smoke due to his heavy tobacco intake. His clothes were probably the same. Do you write all of these? Max looked up from his wallet. "Hmm?" He mumbled, turning his head to look at her. He smiled faintly. Normally, he didn't let people read his work. Nina hardly even got to get a look at them. He shrugged. "Yeah, in my spare time I like to write." He said, feeling a little embarrassed as he looked down at the ground. Well, God knows he had a lot of spare time.
You have a tattoo? He nodded again, once more looking up at her. He looked amused by this. Max had a lot of tattoos for being just seventeen. He shoved the money he took into his pocket and threw his wallet back onto the dresser. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing more tattoos and designs on his arms. He held them out. "Yeah, I have a few." Actually, it was more than a few. He had a lot of tattoos running up and down his arms, as well as some on his chest and back. Normally, you needed a parental signature to get them if you were under eighteen, but Max never really had his 'parentals' around that often. So, he got pretty good at forging signatures.
You Spray Painted the walls!?? Max laughed, looking around at his room, letting his arms fall at his sides as he spoke. "Yeah. The room was too bland and.. boring. Nina and I felt we needed to fix it. So... we did a little.." He paused, glancing at the ground as he tried to think of a word. "... redecorating, if you will." He finished with a shrug. It didn't really look bad, to be honest. It was simply different. It was creative. Wow. He chuckled once more. She must've thought he was crazy. Ah, well. That's how most people thought about him, anyway. But she seemed like she could be more accepting about his quirkiness than others.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 29, 2007 13:17:13 GMT -5
Marie smiled as she watched him. She saw his tattoos and looked at him. It must have been pretty painful. She wanted to say, but she stopped herself. "Yeah, redecorating." She laughed as he laughed. She liked his laugh. This might be a good 12 months after all. She thought to herself. I still can't believe that he.. She stopped as her cell phone rang, playing the latin ringtone. She gave a faint smile as stepped out of the room. It was her boyfriend Jack. She decided not to answer it. How will I explain this? She asked herself as she stepped back into the room. "Are you ready to go then?" She asked him.
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 29, 2007 13:47:48 GMT -5
Max shoved his hands into his pockets again and smirked. Yeah, redecorating. He laughed again. "Yeah. Redecorating." He repeated with a sly nod. "It sounds nicer than 'deliberately defacing public properity' and makes me sound a like a little less of a criminal, you know?" He said jokingly. He looked down at the sound of her cell phone go off, then back at Marie. He nodded as she walked into the hallway to answer it. Lucky. She had a cell phone. Max couldn't afford his own at the moment, though he probably should get one in case of some kind of emergency or something. Oh, well.
He stood there for a moment before turning around to look at his bass guitar. He admired it happily, before suddenly noticing a bit of dust gathering on it. It was ever so faint, but it was there. He narrowed his eyes and walked over to it, pulling his hands out of his pockets. He grabbed a rag from inside the open case on the floor and bent down beside the guitar. He gently whiped it with the rag, outlining it's shape, lightly running it up the strings. Max was very protective of his guitar, O.C.D. (obsessive compulsive disorder), if you wanted to call it that. If the littlest thing was out of place about it, it drove him nuts. He sighed, once more admiring it until Marie came back into the room.
He looked up at her again as he rose to his feet. Are you ready to go then? Max nodded, throwing the towel back into the case where it was before. "Sure, if you are." He asked, deciding not to pry about her phone call. That would probably be a little rude, since he really didn't know her all that well, yet.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 29, 2007 14:05:31 GMT -5
"Okay, lets go then." She said as she walked out of the room and then out of the dorms. She looked back to make sure that he was following. She smiled at him. "You know, I've never really seen you around school." She said, trying to start a conversation. She waited for him to catch up. Suddenly she flinched. Her phone went off again. She sighed taking it out of her pocket. It was Jack again. What does he want?! She asked herself. "I'm sorry, but I have to take this." She said, hoping that Max wouldn't mind. This had been the second time that Jack called and he was starting to get on Marie's nerves. She sighed answering it. "Hello?" She said into the phone. "Yeah, well I'm kind of busy. Listen let me call you later. Where am I? Why do you need to know?! I already told you I'm busy. I have to go." She said annoyed. "I'll talk to you later. Good-bye." She said as she hung up. She turned back to Max. "Sorry about that." She said, embaressed. Her face turned a bright pink as she looked to the ground, starting to walk towards the Cafeteria.
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Maxwell Green
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 29, 2007 14:17:37 GMT -5
Okay, lets go then. Max nodded, following her out of his dorm. He shut the door behind him, following after her. You know, I've never really seen you around school. He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets once more, "Yeah, I'm pretty good at getting around here unnoticed." He said pleasantly. He didn't like to draw attention to himself. He tried to stay, for the most part, out of people's way and out of any kind of spotlight. Max looked up as her phone rang again. I'm sorry, but I have to take this.[/i] He nodded, "It's alright." He said softly with a nod. He looked at the ground as she spoke, trying not to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help but overhear.
Hello? Yeah, well I'm kind of busy. Listen let me call you later. Where am I? Why do you need to know?! I already told you I'm busy. I have to go. I'll talk to you later. Good-bye. A smirk crossed his face by her annoyed tone. He couldn't help but snicker a little, though he tried his best to suppress it. He looked up at her, smiling broadly. Sorry about that. He shrugged again. "Don't worry about it." He said simply. He began to walk beside her as she started to walk again, again, deciding not to pry. Though, he was kind of curious...
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 29, 2007 14:44:26 GMT -5
"Yeah." She said still embaressed by the phone call. "You a pretty good person to be with." She said quietly, not looking up from the ground. She ran her fingers through her dark brown hair. (WB)
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Maxwell Green
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 29, 2007 14:53:10 GMT -5
Yeah. He watched her intently, his eyes amused by her embarassment. You a pretty good person to be with. He looked slightly surprised by this, but the amused glint in his eyes and smile across his face didn't fade much. He shrugged, looking down. "Well, that's the first time I've heard that." He said with a small chuckle. Really, it was the truth. No one really said anything like that to him before. Usually, it was the opposite. "Thanks. You're a very good person to be around, as well." He complimented, once more turning toward her as she played with her hair.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 29, 2007 14:59:55 GMT -5
"I hate judgemental people." She said looking up. "Maybe everyone should try and get to know people before they say anything. They should all just try and get to know people." She repeated, her voice fading as she looked away from Max. She crossed her arms, shivering a little in the breeze even though the sun was shining bright.
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 29, 2007 15:07:50 GMT -5
I hate judgemental people. Maybe everyone should try and get to know people before they say anything. They should all just try and get to know people. Max nodded slowly in agreement. "They should." He repeated with a sigh, "It's a shame it doesn't mean they will." It was kind of a pessimistic thing to say, but it was the truth. Since the dawn of time people have been judgemental. It was human nature. It was, for the most part, pretty inevitable. He shrugged, looking at Marie out of the corner of his eye, noticing her shiver. He turned his head upward a little, toward the sky. The sun was shining, yet still it was a little chilly out. He looked down at the ground again as he took his hands out of his pockets, sliding the black hoodie he was wearing off of his arms. He offered it to her, raising his eyebrows in question as to whether or not she wanted it to keep her a little warmer.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 29, 2007 15:58:51 GMT -5
Marie looked at Max. She gave him a faint smile. "Uh, thanks." She said taking the hoodie, which had the smell of smoke on it. She tried to ignore it. God, what would Jack say if he saw me here, right now? She asked herself. She thought to soon. She flinched a little as she heard her name yelled from behind her. She stopped, slowly turning around. It was Jack. Marie sighed. Not again She said silently.
"Marie Lynn!" Jack yelled. He stood there with his arms crossed.
Marie walked a few steps toward him. "Yes Jack?" She asked, looking at him.
"A little busy!??" He continued to yell. He looked at Marie with a stern face. He was very angry that Marie would hang up on him and not even give him the slightest idea where she was.
"I am." She said in a normal tone, watching Jack. She turned back to Max. "Can you hold on just one minute? I'm so sorry." She said her face a red color, because of the embaressment and anger. She turned back to Jack and started to walk towards him. "Jack, I'm fine now will you please stop making such a fuss." She said more than asked.
"Marie, how can you just hang up on me like that?! You didn't tell me where you were or if you were alright!" He said loudly.
"Lower your voice Jack." Marie told him. "And I'm sorry, but I was in a hurry and didn't have time to talk."
"Oh really? Who is that? And why do you smell like smoke?" He asked her, lowering his voice as she had asked him. He looked at the boy behind her and then back to Marie. His face was filled with all kinds of emotions.
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 29, 2007 16:14:57 GMT -5
Max shrugged, smiling faintly. "No problem." He said, once more shoving his hands into his pockets. He stopped suddenly at the sound of someone yelling Marie's name. He looked at Marie before turning his head to see who it was. Max didn't recognize the kid. He narrowed his eyes, looking from him to Marie, unsure what to think. Close friend? Brother? Boyfriend, maybe? He looked at the ground. Perhaps it was better he didn't ask. Yes Jack? He looked up once more as the other kid yelled again. And people said Max had a bad temper. A little busy!?? The other boy shouted. Max was tempted to say something, but interfering might only make things worse for the both of them. I am.
Can you hold on just one minute? I'm so sorry. Max gave her an understanding smile, though it faded quickly. "Yeah, it's okay. Don't worry about it." He said softly, watching her as she walked off. He looked down at the ground again as he heard the two argue. Jack, I'm fine now will you please stop making such a fuss. Jack. That was his name. An eerie coincidence that it was the same name as the head master at the school. Max didn't like to eavesdrop, but it was kind of hard for him not to listen. His curiosity got the best of him.
Marie, how can you just hang up on me like that?! You didn't tell me where you were or if you were alright! Why wouldn't she be alright? Well, this kid seemed a little over-protective. Ah, well. Max was like that with his sister, sometimes, but he would never raise his voice to her. Lower your voice Jack. And I'm sorry, but I was in a hurry and didn't have time to talk.
It was getting hard for Max to hear the two of them and their heated argument as the volume of the voices dropped. He could tell, however, that Jack must've mentioned the fact that Max was there, since he saw Jack look up at him out of the corner of his eye. Perhaps he should say something for Marie's defense, but he wasn't sure if that would get the her and himself into more or less trouble. God knows all Max needed now was some more trouble.
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Post by Marie Lynn on Apr 29, 2007 16:37:24 GMT -5
Marie looked at Max, regret in her eyes. She closed them as she turned back to Jack. "His name is Max. I..I was just showing him around, Head Master Highmore said to." She lied. She was trying so hard to not to cry. She hated when Jack was like this.
Jack gave a disgusted look at the boy. "I suppose that you just happened to find that hoodie lying around too." He said staring at Marie.
"Max, let me use it. I was cold." She whispered.
"Take it off." Jack said, still looking at Marie.
"What?" Marie asked, he couldn't order her around like that. He might be over-protective of her and his family, but he couldn't just tell her to take a hoodie off because it didn't belong to her or Jack.
"I said take it off!" He repeated, raising his voice.
"But, I'm cold. Now I have to go." She said, starting to walk away from him.
Jack grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him. "Take it off!" He ordered her.
"Ow! Jack let go!" She said loudly looking at Jack then back to Max.
Jack tightened his grip on her. He wasn't going to let her go off with some stupid boy who didn't have any brains and who didn't care about anything except for drugs. "You aren't ever going to be around anyone like that guy. Now lets go!" He said as he started to pull her away.
"Jack! Let go of me!" She yelled. She tried to get free, but couldn't. She pushed Jack, but he just pulled her with him as he stumbled a little. She looked back at Max, fear in her eyes. They seemed to say Help! Please!
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Post by Maxwell Green on Apr 29, 2007 16:55:58 GMT -5
Max looked up at Marie, meeting her gaze. He blinked, taking a deep breath and holding it for a moment. Should he say something? What would that Jack kid say? He felt like he should help her, but he was afraid interfering would only cause them more problems than they needed. He caught Jack's disgusted look toward him suddenly. Max narrowed his eyes faintly. What the heck was that for? Well, that went along with Marie's short speech on judgmental people. He huffed quietly, looking away again, waiting for her to return.
He looked up again quickly at Jack's order toward Marie. Take it off! Max heard Jack say. Oh, God. This wasn't going to end well. Max's stomach churned and his heart sank as he watched him grab Marie. Alright, that was it. Boyfriend, brother, friend, whatever that kid was to Marie, it didn't matter. Max wanted to kick is @#$. Ow! Jack let go! Her cries of agony made his heart ache. You aren't ever going to be around anyone like that guy. Now lets go!
Jack! Let go of me! That was it. Max had heard enough. He hastened to her side, his eyes narrow and looking extremely irritated and ticked off by the way Jack was handling Marie. "Hey!" Max shouted, his voice suddenly sounding much more harsh than it had before, reverting back to the way it had sounded when he was fighting with the headmaster. He shoved Jack back violently in attempts to get him to let Marie go.
"Let go of her! Leave her alone." Max ordered, snarling at him in resentment and enmity. His muscles tensed suddenly as he glared at Jack, as if challenging him. Really, Max wasn't that much of a violent person. But, if that was the way this kid wanted to play, Max was surely up for the game, especially when a friend was involved in the mess.
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